Poems About Cancer by Top Critiquers
#cancer
Hydrangeas
She was a good wife
Married for over 40 years
She was warm, considerate and always willing & able to help someone
Her talent was making beautiful, colorful gardens all around her property
She also donated her time to the arboretum
This year things have been different for her
She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer
Her ability to work on the yard and create beautiful, majestic gardens have been impossible
She's very ill
She can't maneuver like she use to
Her husband doesn't have a green thumb
For the 1st time in over 40 years,...
Married for over 40 years
She was warm, considerate and always willing & able to help someone
Her talent was making beautiful, colorful gardens all around her property
She also donated her time to the arboretum
This year things have been different for her
She was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer
Her ability to work on the yard and create beautiful, majestic gardens have been impossible
She's very ill
She can't maneuver like she use to
Her husband doesn't have a green thumb
For the 1st time in over 40 years,...
#cancer
#flowers
#illness
#rebirth
#wife
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Grey Sanctity as Summer Fades
Heat wave climaxed
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
Last rays of summer descending
Melancholy on a perch
Waiting to swoop in
I'll be good with that
Melanoma robbed me of summer joy
10 years a survivor
Walking the shady side of the street
There's still baseball to be played
Cool evenings
The mango finally sweet
A black merino wool v-neck in waiting
#dark
#inspirational
#summer
#fall
#cancer
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The Cycling Self
There is an
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
#betrayal
#cancer
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
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YOU HAVE TO KEEP ON PUSHING
From the deepness of my own life to the very, trials and tribulation, that I had to and still have to deal with in this life. I've learned to take it one day at a time.⌚ For no matter what I have to go through, there are yet somethings that will change me, in ways that I couldn't even imagine. But yet as we exchange the deepness of our own thoughts, that journey and travel and walk will seem like the longest walk, I've done in my lifetime. But yet I must understand that there, will be challenges that will test my strength, and my courage to go through the process of the hurt and pain...
#cancer
#illness
#MentalHealth
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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two short extemporaneous poetry.. of these hard~ heavy 'kaliyug' times
1.
:: impervious... ::
...she’s now .
to nature. Its light & love
the benumbing cancers gang her up
to a mere skeletal eaten up caricature
& yet to a massive ticking distortional mess…
the slightest of incitement to explode...
are these stigmatic quarantining- the
obligately insane... staring forever..
their rock-hardened cold eyes-
unknown to lukewarm tears... of
an overbrimming love... & mercy..
...
:: impervious... ::
...she’s now .
to nature. Its light & love
the benumbing cancers gang her up
to a mere skeletal eaten up caricature
& yet to a massive ticking distortional mess…
the slightest of incitement to explode...
are these stigmatic quarantining- the
obligately insane... staring forever..
their rock-hardened cold eyes-
unknown to lukewarm tears... of
an overbrimming love... & mercy..
...
#love
#politics
#minimalist
#cancer
#pandemic
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Lie in Wait
It slowly creeps in the shadows undetected
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
All the while everything on the surface seems fine
Even as the body fights it becomes subjected
To something sinister that at first seemed so benign
The fatal disease then spreads quickly without control
Destroying and consuming everything in its path
Even though warning signs may whisper it to the soul
The mind doesn’t want to realize it or do the math
The victim becomes brittle at the core, to the bone
Not realizing what it’s done until it’s too late
And all the medicine won’t help...
#CallToAction
#cancer
#hope #LifeStruggles
#hope #LifeStruggles
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The Curious Crab Man
In a world of men who walk so straight
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
there’s one who sidesteps, never waits.
With a shell so tough yet heart of wonders,
he’s the curious charming Crab Man.
He scuttles through life with a sideways dance,
in tidal pools, he loves to fence.
With pincers sharp and eyes that gleam,
he’s more than just a seaside being.
His stories are of ocean’s weep,
of treasures found and secrets deep.
He knows the waves, the moonlit tides,
in his crabby ways, true wisdom hides.
He’s patiently waiting for the tide,
with a calm...
#astrology
#beach
#cancer
#moon
#sea
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Still A Wee c**t
my wee brother
died today
a cheeky rogue
since he could talk
a tornado causing
argument then gone
we cunt destroyed my vinyl records
give them hell up there
i'li miss you
died today
a cheeky rogue
since he could talk
a tornado causing
argument then gone
we cunt destroyed my vinyl records
give them hell up there
i'li miss you
#brother
#death
#cancer
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Sister, removed
I wish I had known you better.
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
#family
#shadows
#spiritual
#cancer
#NaPoWriMo2024
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In The Arms Of An Angel
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu moments allow me to connect the...
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me
Lead me always to the light as my breath at times may become shallow
Bless over my mind when my words are too weak to manifest upon my delayed swallow
Receive me, thy Lord, as the cord of my life returns to the cocoon of my existence
My astral traveling, a star dust in the stratosphere interwoven of many placentas
I have been reborn, may Deja vu moments allow me to connect the...
#support
#cancer
#spiritual #angels
#spiritual #angels
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Gary
Gary wants you to know he's very good looking. Yeah, his beard does kind of look like Kenny Rogers', but nicer.
Gary is good at his job as an auto parts manager. Really damn good. He expects respect from those new hires. Damn 19 year olds. What do they know? No way he'd let his kids mouth off like those kids they get in the store these days.
Linda's the best woman Gary's met in a long time. That auburn hair almost down to her ass. Knows how to shoot a gun too.
Linda was surprised to learn that Gary has a teacup poodle. Gary chuckles to himself, then turns...
Gary is good at his job as an auto parts manager. Really damn good. He expects respect from those new hires. Damn 19 year olds. What do they know? No way he'd let his kids mouth off like those kids they get in the store these days.
Linda's the best woman Gary's met in a long time. That auburn hair almost down to her ass. Knows how to shoot a gun too.
Linda was surprised to learn that Gary has a teacup poodle. Gary chuckles to himself, then turns...
#relationships
#death
#MovingOn
#healing
#cancer
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Chemical State of Mind
I don’t work, I don’t fuck only eat and rarely shit
That’s why this year I’m on my third selfish-ass bitch,
“The life I live they truly hate it
Now grandma’s giving me an enema, because I’m constipated,
“The chemo for the cancer is eating me alive
Couldn’t make it to the bathroom now shit is running down my thighs,
“Embarrassed and words of comfort-I don’t want to hear it
Because my soul is hurt, sprinkled with a shattered spirit,
“Soiled clothes on the floor, shitty rag in the sink
Asshole naked on the toilet as I start to think, ...
That’s why this year I’m on my third selfish-ass bitch,
“The life I live they truly hate it
Now grandma’s giving me an enema, because I’m constipated,
“The chemo for the cancer is eating me alive
Couldn’t make it to the bathroom now shit is running down my thighs,
“Embarrassed and words of comfort-I don’t want to hear it
Because my soul is hurt, sprinkled with a shattered spirit,
“Soiled clothes on the floor, shitty rag in the sink
Asshole naked on the toilet as I start to think, ...
#strength
#courage
#cancer
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